An excerpt from Mary Oliver’s poem The Summer Day which I found especially fitting this morning and wanted to share with you:
I don't know exactly what a prayer is. I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass, how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields, which is what I have been doing all day. Tell me, what else should I have done?
Blessings to you ~ EK